Page 59 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
Ephemeral: short-lived
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Two weeks have passed. TJ and I see each other every day. He comes to the café in the mornings before training, orders his disgustingly healthy smoothies and even forces me to have one as well—his insistence about soda being bad for me is tedious, but adorable. He doesn’t kiss me goodbye; we are not a couple. We are just having fun like adudes-with-benefits kind of arrangement. So a dirty, very promising look is exchanged, and we spend the day doing our things. Sometimes a quick text about nothing is shared. Then he comes to my apartment in the evenings. We eat boring food—being an athlete is fucking tough—watch TV or study, and fool around.
He’s become the master of head—can make me nut in under three minutes. No full penetration, though. He lets me play with his ass, he confessed to me he likes to have a couple fingers upthere while being sucked. Tonight, I have plans for that jock’s muscular tushy.
My phone beeps on the floor, so I grab it and return my head on TJ’s lap. He’s watching football, of fucking course, while I’m sinking more deeply into my languor. A few minutes more, and I’ll take advantage of his brawny, herculean, body.
His hand goes absentmindedly to my hair again, applying a light massage that gives me goose bumps.
Wish I could have this to infinity.The sudden thought makes me frown. I don’t have the capacity to analyze it tonight. My brain is fried after four hours of memorizing how cultural products and social processes contain and enable human behavior. TJ’s old notes helped greatly, but I still have a lot to cover. I’m still a bit surprised by his generous and attentive gesture, maybe because I’m not used to people doing things for me. Apart from Lori and Gabe.
I look at my phone screen and see a text from Lori. His ears must be ringing.
Lori:
Let me ask you something vital, is your mental prowess better than your sexual one?
Me:
?
Lori:
I hope not, because you’re an idiot and a sucky friend! And a sod. And a wanker.
Me:
Is that all?
Lori:
I hate you. The Krampus curse is broken by the way, THANK YOU for asking, bellend. He possessed Wednesday for a few hours, but everything ended well.
Me:
Bye, Lori!
Lori:
Are you doing the nasty with Thor? Is that why you stiffed the guy I sent your way? If that’s the case, I want details and some drawings. Manga style is preferred.
I push my phone to my chest as a snort slips out of my nose. After two seconds, my phone beeps again.
Lori:
I have excellent mental prowess, in case you were wondering. I won’t comment on my sexual one, I don’t want to make you cry with envy, mate.
That makes me chuckle. He’s such a cuckoo—an insufferable one most of the time.
“Who’s texting you?”
I tilt my head to the right and find TJ’s fiery eyes like melted chocolate on me.Now who’s jealous?
“Lori.”
“Oh, Frodo.”
